My eyelids pop open at the feeling of something wet moving against my chest. Cameron’s cleaning his mess off me with a wet cloth.
“What a gentleman,” I draw out, surprised at his manners, and close my eyes again.
“Give me some credit. Even I wouldn’t be that much of a dick to not clean up my own mess…unless it’s with your mouth.”
He’s smirking at me when I open my eyes again, and I roll mine in return. I’m too tired to think of a witty comeback, still I can’t stay in his bed much longer. In my attempt to get up, my shaky legs fail me and I have to sit back down.
“Are you okay?” I’m barely able to stand. Meanwhile, this guy is getting dressed again and looks to be very energized. How is he not exhausted?
“Yep, I’m fine. Just going to head to my room.” This time, when I stand, I’m able to walk. “Um, where’s my shirt?”
Cameron points to the lamp on his desk.How the hell did it get all the way over there?
“Do you really think it’s a good idea to walk back to your dorm alone? It’s almost one a.m.”
I finish getting dressed and try brushing my fingers through my hair that was never taken out of its ponytail. “I’ll be fine. I’ve done it before after late-night study sessions.”
“Alright, whatever you say.”
I’m in the middle of looking for my purse when I finally get the guts to ask him something I’ve been wanting to for a while.
“Question.”
“Maybe an answer.” He sits on his bed.
“How have you been doing with Professor Mills’s tests so far?”
He sighs. “Besides only being able to sleep one hour the night before the test, I’ve been doing okay. You?”
“I meant grade-wise.”
“You first.” He props his head on one hand, revealing the star tattoo, and I quickly look away.
“Lowest score was eighty-eight, highest was ninety-three.”
“Then we’re in the same boat, except my lowest was a ninety.” His smug expression makes the sex haze officially disappear.
“I’ll see you in class tomorrow.” I saunter off to his door before he slams his hand against it, making me jump.
I spin back around. Both his hands now caging me in. “Or you can stay for another round.”
I lean up, getting close to his lips. “Can I suck your dick this time?”
“Yes.”
“Will you lick my pussy until I come all over your mouth?” I whisper, kissing the corner of his lips.
“Yes,” he pants.
Swiping my hand up against the growing erection in his sweatpants, I chuckle. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Cameron.” I slip out before he can catch me, but not before I hear him curse while the door slams shut.
My body wakes up sore.It takes me a while to remember why everything aches until all the memories of the night come flooding back.
Dancing. Cameron. Deal. Big dick. Great sex.
I relish in the pain Cameron left behind while getting ready for the day.
We have class together this morning, and I’m worried that things will be awkward. That is until he pushes his chair inches away from mine when we begin the class assignment. He lays his hand on my thigh and slowly slides it upwards. He’s so close to where I want his fingers to be, I move my hips slightly, and he stops at the top of my inner thigh right on the edge and drawslazy circles, making me squirm, desperate for some sort of release. To my surprise, he brings his hand back down to my knee and repeats the same cycle over and over again for half an hour, teasing me. He has to touch me there at some point. He’s probably just edging me on, and I’m okay with that as long as there’s a reward at the end.
